We made it thru the holiday and I am doing OK.
As difficult as this year has been, March did bring us a little miracle when we welcomed a new granddaughter into our lives. We have not been able to see her as often as we wanted, not hold her and spoil her like we did with our others, or be the grandparents we were when we were younger. We did do one thing, though, we grew old and our ages have made us fit perfectly into the role Mr and Mrs. Santa Claus.
When my youngest daughter was four and a student in the nursery school where I taught, she sat on Santa’s lap, not having any idea that it was her dad. This year she asked us to recreate the scene with her eight month old odaughter, Scarlet. With the help of the Amazon elves and two day shipping, we transformed ourselves into the jolly old fella and his no name wife. Because of the times, people can not come into our house, so the garage would have to do. I spent hours trying to convert walls covered in cords, shovels, and garden tools into a Christmas scene. I was able to hide some debris with lighted trees, wrapping paper and decorations. It turned out OK if you don’t look too closely. I greeted them in my lovely red dress adorned with white faux fur that shed everywhere I went and got a big smile from the baby and her mom and dad. Then the moment came and Santa appeared with a big Ho Ho Ho. Her smile got even bigger. Life sure can be sweet sometimes.